He walks like a man sculpted from control. Eyes always scanning. Shoulders taut like they’ve never known softness. He speaks in clipped sentences, and when he does, every word feels like it’s passed through a thousand filters. He doesn't waste breath.

Black Sparrow  is a slow-burn revenge web series drenched in secrets, power plays, and quiet rage—set in a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is blurred, and survival means playing a game you didn’t ask to be in. At the heart of it all is Nala , a girl who buries her parents and her innocence on the same rainy afternoon. Taken in by a powerful family with blood-stained hands and too many secrets, she appears to be the quiet orphan under their protection. But Nala is not h

Everyone thinks the Zodiacs are the centre of the story. Beautiful, broken, chosen. Flames in human skin. Water in rage form. Love stories with extra sparkles and trauma. But there’s another part. Someone has to keep them alive. Someone has to make sure they don’t burn the wrong things down — or drown themselves in their own chaos. That someone is me. My name is Tessa. I’m a descendant of the now-nonexistent mortal line of the Zodiacs — from their father’s side. My cousins al

Everyone thinks the Zodiacs are the centre of the story. Beautiful, broken, chosen. Flames in human skin. Water in rage form. Love stories with extra sparkles and trauma. But there’s another part. Someone has to keep them alive. Someone has to make sure they don’t burn the wrong things down — or drown themselves in their own chaos. That someone is me. My name is Tessa. I’m a descendant of the now-nonexistent mortal line of the Zodiacs — from their father’s side. My cousins al

Six will throw himself into danger to shield his people. He’ll bleed for his cousin. He’ll risk death for his troop. But when it comes to his own heart? He doesn’t believe anyone will catch him.

Imari’s strength is subtle. She’s not intimidating because she demands respect—she’s intimidating because she doesn’t need to. She’s the woman who walks into a room and recalibrates the energy.

When I write, lore doesn’t arrive fully formed. It creeps. It waits. It whispers before it roars. The worlds in Tokoloshe and Pisces Family weren’t drawn on a map.